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Happy moments come in small packages and small places.
An old timber dining table serves as my desk and it sits comfortably under a long window that frames my front garden. Garden is a strong word, as this space is simply a hodge-podge collection of scruffy native shrubs and crunchy unwatered grass looking out upon the road. Yet this view brings me peace. It stirs up ideas, words, and pictures of places. It stirs up stories somehow. A large evergreen shrub, stretching tall and wide fills up nearly two-thirds of my window picture. Gnarled, cylindric, broadly spreading branches support the blood-red tassell flowers, the new lemon-green leaves and the old emerald-green spreading leaves. A merry marketplace, these blood-red powder puff's provide nectar all year round for fruit bats, lorikeets, noisy miners, honeyeaters, bees and moths as chickens and lizards are busy amongst the leaf litter. Whether the birds sit primly on top surveying the garden and calling to their friends, hanging fancy-free upside down to reach the tastiest nectar, or hiding within the rough brown branches, there is space here for all the locals. Sometimes a noise startles the birds into flight and my eyes are drawn to the road. Here are couples running or walking their dog. An occasional horse rider. Young friends on their bikes or families walking together. The birds resettle as the road reveals nothing to fear. These are small moments, framed by my window. But moments that prove to be a refreshing gift as I turn back to my work and my writing.
...a book that is worth reading contains the best thought of the writer, and we can only get at his meaning by serious thinking... ~ Charlotte Mason ~
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